Chasing Barokah
MB# 11. A BOX OF BROWNIES A SIGN OF PEACE

The chat was over despite leaving a cocky taste in the mother's heart, and a relief for Neta. Mas Syarif has also informed this to habib Alwah and apologized profusely, if necessary he will buy an apology of a jengkol so that habib sincerely and sincerely forgive him.

Neta took the P3K box inside, then he approached Jaka who was on the outside terrace, he chose to go out looking for air because inside...although the room is large equipped with AC and air ventilation but according to him tight, hot.

"Sorry," said Neta lowered her head, but did not necessarily make Jaka surprised and turned her head.

"I don't know if you're going to be that angry" he continued, sitting on the porch next to Jaka, opening the P3K box and taking out the red medicine.

For a moment Jaka neutralized the mood that somehow he felt like saying, I've already involved myself, confessing that even the negative impression will still stop by, "This is not in our agreement, if I knew I would be accused of being a lak nat guy like this I've been refusing to go raw and let you cry all day in Shangri-La." reply Jaka flat.

But in reality, he can't, can he? Is now he regretted and will ask for payment only to Neta, yahh! At least make a drug for the former attack of Neta's mother just now?!

"But the evidence isn't it? You can't be the same with me, right?!" shoot Neta pull Jaka's arm to keep the man in position and try to treat Jaka without warning or excuse. The beautiful face can still be seen in the tail of Jaka's eyes, making him self-cursed, why should you like something beautiful, throw away Jaka!

"When do I see your family?" ask Neta spirit.

"I'll tell my mom, let my mom and sister come. Because there is no way we go back and forth Jakarta-Garut," replied Jaka.

Today Neta is ready with her dressing gown, bottle green blouse tops and black material pants, sling bags and hair that she deliberately stalls although it is still clear like berry-berry-flavored candy.

Today he made an agreement with Jaka at Shangri-La, although both know the place is not yet open, but only that place is easy and no longer need to be explained until the cocot full of foam where the location is.

Neta did not come with his snoopy motorbike, it was felt that the weather forecast today would be blistering, he preferred to take out his red jazzy from the garage, spoiled wanted tabok apparently this girl, he said, though this new hot world is not yet the heat of the Hereafter.

"Mom! Neta wants to meet the prospective in-laws for the first time, just came from Garut!"

Mother looked straight at the television, but her mind was not focused on the ftv series that was airing, she repeatedly beristighfar and two days had time to mengunjat until finally he escaped a steady breath, he continued, he is only a man who did not escape sin, his anger the other day on Jaka he considered as a form of anger a mother for the behavior of Jaka who had impregnated his daughter, but the time must be quickly passed, he does not want to maintain a protracted feeling of revenge. Mother often watched the drama of the blessing of fish suck on television, and at least it poisoned the mother's brain, he does not want to die hit by a garbage cart or mouth to lean to the left in old age exactly antagonist there just for being a dzolim prospective in-law.

"Wait!" hold mother.

"Why?" Neta frowned.

"This, bring this.ngga good guest not bring anything," although the look of his face is still a little tatus rich in-laws of Andin, and, mom equip Neta with a box of brownies grilled printed pretty for the Jaka family, when the hell the plan Neta also want to buy it later on the road, because mom already love so durable money!

"Oh," there's a smile on Neta's lips.

"Mom, thanks!" Neta hugged the mother, because with this the mother received Jaka Barokah. Although, Neta's face suddenly scowled, in contrast to the mother and family who received Jaka..Normal marriage is generally just a mirage because later he and Jaka will separate again, *sorry Neta bu*, said Naka*, their relationship is just a marriage on a contract. Neta repeatedly swallowed his saliva, he got rid of bad thoughts, *later how will I just*! What is important now is that he is free from his match with Habib Alwah!

Neta left, he put the cake from his mother into the car seat next to the driver's seat and put on sunglasses frame box exactly belonging to Syahrini so that *kece and something*. His beautiful fingers pressed the music player in the car, and his head nodded to the rhythm of Shawn Mendes There's nothing holdin' me back, he even occasionally sang.

Jaka waited with the security bar in front of the Shangri-La security post, chatting thinly so as not to bore the eggplant child, while smoking a cigarette that he rarely did, he said, only if there is leftover money to eat he smokes, not as opium as others who can not buy boxes of cigarettes a day.

A shiny red jazzy car stopped in front, leaving Jaka frowning in disdain.

But before long he raised his eyebrows next to see the woman he was waiting for turned out to be the red jazzy driver.

Neta get off the car, "hurry, hot!" ketus.

"It's my excuse me sir," said Jaka to Pak Uus to grind the rest of the cigarettes are only a few milliseconds from the filter limit. Jaka climbed into the seat and drove his motorcycle, drove in front of the Neta car to be a guide to the direction of his contract.

The white hands drive the car while following Jaka's strapping back from behind. The wheels of the car rotate in the direction of the speed of the Jaka motor, the sound of a penny lamp that is turned on beats in the car as the music he softens the volume, the sound of a penny lamp that is turned on, but then the speed of the car slowed down along with the speed of Jaka's motorbike which stopped in front of a motorcycle repair shop.

The man got off his bike and approached Neta's car, asking her to lower the car window to talk.

"Why stop here?" ask Neta.

"The car is parked in the workshop nci Olin only, because your car will not be able to enter my rented alley," replied Jaka.

"Huh?! Seriously? Very small, huh? This is my car safe, isn't it?" ask Neta worried if the car will be scuffed by the owner of the workshop because parking as good as jidat. His gaze was confused to see the state of the workshop in front of him which seemed to be some customers waiting for the ability of the mechanic to fix the iron horse.

"Can you park? I'm males!" ask Neta does not want to bother, not to mention marriage has been much ordered, basic girl Hitler. Jaka nodded, he had a car driving course first even to the point that he was proficient just that he was a direct course on the driver angkot neighbors, when he became a kernet first.

Neta moved to sit on the driver's side seat by passing the gear lever, it seems like he was used to moving in a narrow room. Jaka then came in to replace the driver.

And with ease Jaka drove a Neta car. Just contact Opik and all those who are there think if it's a customer, but strangely this is a motorcycle repair shop not a car, mabok customer?!

"Who's Pik?" ask Ms. Olin.

"Ngga nci," the young man shook his head, put a moment of the English key he held while researching the red jazz car that inappropriately entered the garage parking, coupled with the car of the workshop owner. Nci Olin had even come out of his great place, the cashier's table. To see who is coming.

Jaka pulled the handbrake and turned off the car engine.

"From here we ride my bike. If the road is quite far, then in front there is a fried chicken worker together we buy first to eat," added Jaka, called Neta, "okay!" he and Jaka got out of the car.

How surprised nci Olin and Opik saw if Jaka was the one who thought the customer had the wrong address.

"Anjirrrr the Jaka!" Opic until dropping the bolt that is being grasped by accident.

Nci Olin laughed until his eyes were completely closed, "blown hockey, Jaka!"

Jaka approached his superiors, "nci.ikut car markir yes, if you enter the alley will not fit,"

Nci nodded, "can-can! Who the hell is Jak?" tanya nci seductively looked at Neta who had been standing beside her car and raised her sunglasses while fanning her warming face, not forgetting the subtle scolding hissing and yelling annoyed, princess if you're hot in the sun like this, cranky!

"God willing, nci" he replied with a faint smile.

"Anjayyy Jack! Where did you learn Sirep?! Leak the place!" Opik is approaching.

"God! The sirep-sirep! What is clear about charity when Muslims say!" the Sarcas Nci Olin.

Jaka leaned his lips in a slanted smile, right! People could see that he and Amber were like the earth and the sky one was floating above and another was squatting and even lying on the ground.

"That's my excuse, nci. I'd like to see Wulan's mom at home,"

"Oh yes Jak, know me sometime!" answer nci Olin yell.

"Yu Jak! I first," Jaka patted his friend who was still gaping in disbelief if Jaka turned out to prove that the miracle of God was real.

"Yes Jak," a slow nod Opik, the young man clucked to shake his head, otewe pray tahajud saban malem.

Jaka climbed back up on his motorcycle that he had parked near the workshop with Neta tailing behind him while smoky because of the heat, his lips suddenly wrinkled into heat, similar to a banana sale.

"Heat huh! You have to be able to umbrella! Nih cantelin in front, that was the mother who loved your mother she said!" lamented the princess, making Jaka chuckle slowly, maybe in the future he should get used to all complaints and scolding Neta. Jaka was a little relieved if it turned out to be the anger of Neta's mother shortly, he still appreciated her mother by sending her a box of brownies.

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